I felt guilty for leaving Yamapi just like that in the story. That's why i wrote this chapter. A simple one. More as for my personal satisfaction.  :)

@YHLover, I hope you like this chapter.   :)

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“You got a very beautiful baby.”

Yamapi smiled when he remember his first conversation with Jaejoong when he noticed the beautiful man looking worried and nervous about something.

"I love you, Jaejoong. I want to be with you forever."

Yamapi sighed  as he looked out of his airplane window. He's been staring out as long as he can remember. Kim Jaejoong. He was the only person that remained on his mind. He was the only person that made him smile these days. Well, him and his son, Changmin. He thought about his smile. He thought about how Jaejoong could brighten up his day with just a single word. He realized he never wanted to lose him. And Jaejoong had been in his mind all the time.

That was it, really. It seemed as if Yamapi was forever putting Jaejoong and Changmin first. He was there when they needed help, he supported them in all their little adventures, he stood strong next to him when Jaejoong gushed over on various occasions that lead him to broke down. When the day's drama was all over and done, Yamapi was always there, waiting. Yamapi had no reason to doubt he would still be his when he returned from New York.

Yamapi knew his father had half-expected his decision about Jaejoong, but his father had accepted his decision without complaint. Although he knew it was tearing him up inside, he had not objected to his choice. Yamapi had never imagined he could love Jaejoong more strongly than he already did, until this moment. He wanted to believe the same about Jaejoong. It wasn't that he doubted Jaejoong's devotion. He was certain Jaejoong loved him as he loved the latter. But Jaejoong always love Jung Yunho. Still, hidden under all the certainty was a faint glimmer of hope. The velvet covering of the ring box was soft against his fingers. He turned it over and over almost obsessively, its rounded corners somehow shaping his thoughts.

Yamapi walked out the departure hall with loud thumb in his chest. Hope. Yes, he never let out the hope left his heart. Even though he knew his hope had only little chances to be true or nothing at all but he still have the hope. To keep him moving. Yamapi became more and more nervous with each and every step.

His eyes scanned around the arrival hall looking for someone. Someone that had opened his heart to feel the love again. But that someone was not there. Not there.

"Yamapi, lets go home. They are not here." His father's voice was heard from behind.

Yamapi hold his breath. "You go ahead first, dad. I need to go somewhere first. I'll meet you in the house later."

Yamato sighed. "All right."

Yamapi found his hands sweating when the taxi pulled up in the driveway, his stomach rolling queasily. Part of him wanted to tell the taxi driver  to just leave the place and go straight to his house because he knew that he will not find anything there. But part of him wanted to go there, to where his loves were.

Yamapi step out from the taxi with a heavy legs. He stepped in through entrance door and walked in slowly and stood in front of the lift.

"Uncle Yamapi, how come you don't live with Minnie and daddy?" Changmin asked.

"Do you want me to live you and your daddy?"

"Mmhhmm." Changmin just nodded.

 "You think daddy will let me stay with you? In your house?"

Yamapi laughed at the memories. His eyes were teary.  As he walked out of the lift, his heart felt heavy. He was consumed with great grief. It was like his reason for living had been taken from him. He stood in the doorway of Jaejoong's apartment, and at first nothing sank in. There was something wrong, and his eyes were looking right at it but his stupid brain was refusing to tell him what it was and that’s when it kicked in: not something wrong, everything wrong. And he actually knew it.

Silence.

Not even the faint mumble of voices.

Nothing.

He couldn't go in there.

Leaning against the wall behind him, his eyes just stared at the doorbell button. He didn't know how long he's been staring at the button until  a lone silver tear slid calmly down his reddened cheeks as his eye lids connected tightly, shielding any other glistening drop from escaping. His legs started to tremble. He couldn't hold it any longer. Slowly he slid down and sat on the floor. An empty feeling stirred within the pit of his stomach as he hugged his knees tightlyI and rested his chin on one of them.

"Oh, God," Yamapi groaned and buried his face between his knees.

A hand brushed up against his shoulder, causing him to look up an instant. "Young Master, your dad is waiting in the car." His dad's driver told him. He looked down with an utterly despondent expression, another tear slithering down from his eyes.

Yamapi nodded. "I'll be down shortly." He replied softly, turning his face away bitterly.

Yamapi sat down on his bed, waiting to be calm. It kept not happening. It all felt unreal, nightmarish and impossible and unbelievable and unacceptable when it was only three days ago he had Jaejoong in his arms. He curled up on his bed, put his face on the pillow, and broke down. Just as his live return to normal, it's torn away again. It takes a while for everything to fall back into normality when he able to accept the facts. Then again, neither are really sure what normality is anymore.

Yamapi heard his bedroom door being opened. He knows that his father would want talk to him. Sure enough, his father walked in and stood  at the end of his bed looking at him.

Yamato looked at his son. He told his son what was right and wrong, and it was up to him to make his own mistakes, which he had.  "Son, I'm sorry I lead you into this. Jaejoong did what he think was right for him and his family."

Yamapi sat up and leaned at the headboard. "It's too much, dad, to hope everything will be perfect. It's not going to be." He replied.

Yamato walked slowly, tentatively, towards him, each moment drawn out into a thread as long as possible, then sat next to him, pulled him into a hug, rubbing easy circles on his back while he shakes like each movement will break him once again.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm so, so sorry."

They just drift between the days, and they love it. They're walking in the park with coffee cups clutched in their hands, the heat warm and welcoming. They both took a seat on the bench while Changmin was running to play on the slide ahead of them. Jaejoong put down his cup on the bench and went to join Changmin on the slide. Yamapi smiled as he watched them. Yamapi smirked to himself as he walked over, placed t